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"What's your origin story?"
Love you, too
I'm curious to know how other people got into WAM. For me I remember watching things like Noels Saturday Road Show and How Dare You (showing my age now) when I was a kid and feeling distinctly uncomfortable and weird during the gungings.
When I got older I stumbled across a copy of FHM that had a story about Splosh magazine - I was early 20s at this point, but that was the first time I realised it wasn't just me
All this makes me believe it's not a choice for me - it's something that I'm wired somehow to be turned on by.
I'm curious to find out if anyone has had similar experiences, or if they've got into it through other people perhaps
When I got older I stumbled across a copy of FHM that had a story about Splosh magazine - I was early 20s at this point, but that was the first time I realised it wasn't just me
All this makes me believe it's not a choice for me - it's something that I'm wired somehow to be turned on by.
I'm curious to find out if anyone has had similar experiences, or if they've got into it through other people perhaps
Similar, Tiswas, Noel Edmonds Saturday programmes (I remember one episode where they had games in a pub, and there was a stunning woman wearing a very short skirt doing one of those 'retrieve an item from a bowl of mess using only your face' and it was awesome. Crackerjack sometimes had good hunting and pies,
There was a brief time where I saw photos on newspapers of a very brief trend for smothering women at parties in pies, dressed to the nines, but there was a letter in the letters page co.plainong about it so the photos stopped.
The first things I found online in the very early days were 'famous pied faces' a non fetish site with some good pictures of people like Idalis and Vanna White i had never seen, Uncle H and Melissa, Ariels pie shop, Messy fun, Hurleys clip tapes, Messygirl with Linda and Lexi being the best at the time, Lenny Sorge, Bigshipper and UMD too, these online sites made me realise I wasnt alone in my fetish, a game changer.
There was a brief time where I saw photos on newspapers of a very brief trend for smothering women at parties in pies, dressed to the nines, but there was a letter in the letters page co.plainong about it so the photos stopped.
The first things I found online in the very early days were 'famous pied faces' a non fetish site with some good pictures of people like Idalis and Vanna White i had never seen, Uncle H and Melissa, Ariels pie shop, Messy fun, Hurleys clip tapes, Messygirl with Linda and Lexi being the best at the time, Lenny Sorge, Bigshipper and UMD too, these online sites made me realise I wasnt alone in my fetish, a game changer.
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Various pie scenes I found on TV just perusing the tele in me youth. Didn't know exactly why I dug it but for some reason I did. Spent my teens going on YouTube exhausting mainstream scenes till I stumbled on a compilation someone made of slapstickstuff scenes. Hooked on the slippery slope of wam from there on then, and haven't looked back since.
Similar to OP it weren't a choice for me, there was a click and rather than subduing it I just rolled with it and fuck, it's turned out alright in the end. Always could've been worse. It's a half decent talking point at the very least like.
Similar to OP it weren't a choice for me, there was a click and rather than subduing it I just rolled with it and fuck, it's turned out alright in the end. Always could've been worse. It's a half decent talking point at the very least like.
Saturation Hall, Langstonedale
Lord of the Pies
My "moment of awakening" was in about 1978, pre-puberty, watching a general comedy show with two male comedians. In one sketch they were in the TV company canteen having lunch and one kept stealing things off the other's plate. The other put up with it for a bit then swapped the plates. First guy keep nicking things off the other's plate regardless. The first guy tells the other to stand up, and tips the contents of the plates down inside his trousers. I remember watching and thinking I really wanted someone to do that to me, though I didn't know why.
A few years later, TISWAS arrived on STV just as puberty hit, and watching Sally James get pied and soaked I realised I really wanted to see girls being messed up, though I also wanted to be messed up with them. But I had to do with just riding out on my bike with a change of clothes in the saddlebags and finding secluded places to either wade into the sea, or wallow in mud. There was a quary a few miles down the road and they had some wonderful liquid mud, I remember the first time I dressed in overalls and wellies and poured it over myself.
By the early 1990s, I had access to a video camera and wondered about hiring models to shoot fully clothed messy scenes, but as I'd never met anyone else who even understood the fetish much less shared it, I had always assumed I was the only person on Earth who was into it. I once asked an adult video seller in Amsterdam if he had any fully clothed mud or oil wrestling, as he had lots of nude versions on display. He gave me a look as if I'd asked for a deep fried badger on a stick.
Then in 1995, I got a modem, went on line, and a few searches later, I'd discovered Rob Blaine and Messy Fun, and the rest is history. Used to have long email conversations with Rob, and the thing I remember was him saying "I thought I was the only one" was the thing he heard most from new people getting in touch.
Things must be so different for anyone growing up now, the Internet is everywhere and every conceivable fetish is only ever a few clicks away. Ultimately this will probably have a profound effect on the evolution of human sexuality. We're already seeing it with women becoming more open about kinks and fetishes - it's not that long since the settled view was that only men had fetishes.
A few years later, TISWAS arrived on STV just as puberty hit, and watching Sally James get pied and soaked I realised I really wanted to see girls being messed up, though I also wanted to be messed up with them. But I had to do with just riding out on my bike with a change of clothes in the saddlebags and finding secluded places to either wade into the sea, or wallow in mud. There was a quary a few miles down the road and they had some wonderful liquid mud, I remember the first time I dressed in overalls and wellies and poured it over myself.
By the early 1990s, I had access to a video camera and wondered about hiring models to shoot fully clothed messy scenes, but as I'd never met anyone else who even understood the fetish much less shared it, I had always assumed I was the only person on Earth who was into it. I once asked an adult video seller in Amsterdam if he had any fully clothed mud or oil wrestling, as he had lots of nude versions on display. He gave me a look as if I'd asked for a deep fried badger on a stick.
Then in 1995, I got a modem, went on line, and a few searches later, I'd discovered Rob Blaine and Messy Fun, and the rest is history. Used to have long email conversations with Rob, and the thing I remember was him saying "I thought I was the only one" was the thing he heard most from new people getting in touch.
Things must be so different for anyone growing up now, the Internet is everywhere and every conceivable fetish is only ever a few clicks away. Ultimately this will probably have a profound effect on the evolution of human sexuality. We're already seeing it with women becoming more open about kinks and fetishes - it's not that long since the settled view was that only men had fetishes.
Saturation Hall - Forth! The Gungemaidens!
Thanks everyone for replying to this, even now after so many years it's still good to hear that my early experiences weren't necessarily unique. I spent a long long time thinking there was something not quite right about me. It's even ended a couple of relationships over the years. Although I'm happily in a place now where my better half is more than open to any messy suggestions i have.
DungeonMasterOne - I couldn't agree more in terms of the change in times when it comes to the recognition and maybe acceptance of people's fantasies and fetishes. I'm kind of glad younger people don't have to necessarily go through the same uncertainties we may have gone through. And I love that we are finally starting to put to bed this notion that only men are sexual beings and only men have kinks
DungeonMasterOne - I couldn't agree more in terms of the change in times when it comes to the recognition and maybe acceptance of people's fantasies and fetishes. I'm kind of glad younger people don't have to necessarily go through the same uncertainties we may have gone through. And I love that we are finally starting to put to bed this notion that only men are sexual beings and only men have kinks
It was a dark and stormy night.....
Mine was when I was 14, in about 1974, and a programme called Moody and Pegg was on ITV. One episode involved an attractive blonde girl getting left outside on a flat roof in a torrential downpour, soaking her clothes, I loved it. Similarly, a bit later, one of the Dean Martin Matt Helm spy films from the 60s was on, and another attractive girl got stuck outside Dean's car in rain, and ended up in mud.
TISWAS, involving the incredibly sexy Sally James being pied was the next stage, and a letter to Penthouse magazine sometime in early 77 (mags sometimes did the rounds a bit at school!) about an all girl pie fight was another.
A bit later the same year, me and my first girlfriend got caught in a summer downpour, her in tight jeans and top, and I loved the sight of her in the soaking wet clothes.
My first pie session had to wait another few years though, and I persuaded another girlfriend, Anne, a sexy busty brunette, to dress up as a French maid and let me pelt her with shaving foam pies
She found it a massive turn on too, btw
TISWAS, involving the incredibly sexy Sally James being pied was the next stage, and a letter to Penthouse magazine sometime in early 77 (mags sometimes did the rounds a bit at school!) about an all girl pie fight was another.
A bit later the same year, me and my first girlfriend got caught in a summer downpour, her in tight jeans and top, and I loved the sight of her in the soaking wet clothes.
My first pie session had to wait another few years though, and I persuaded another girlfriend, Anne, a sexy busty brunette, to dress up as a French maid and let me pelt her with shaving foam pies
She found it a massive turn on too, btw
Lots of TV shows helped, Noels House party, Get your own back etc, but I was into sensation and mess from a young age. I used to put shampoo or conditioner down my pants before a bath, that kind of thing.
The first time I realised I wasn't alone was when I heard Nikki Campbell on his radio show do a phone in about "What turns you on". A woman called up and said;
"Washing up"
...
"Ermmm, ok. Why?"
"Because first you're in foam and then you're in slime!"
"OK! That's all we have time for, next song please!"
The internet appearing made me realise that there is a community for this.
The first time I realised I wasn't alone was when I heard Nikki Campbell on his radio show do a phone in about "What turns you on". A woman called up and said;
"Washing up"
...
"Ermmm, ok. Why?"
"Because first you're in foam and then you're in slime!"
"OK! That's all we have time for, next song please!"
The internet appearing made me realise that there is a community for this.
I was born pre-wired for a lot of stuff. I guess some of it was triggered by a weird combination of what was on television in my earliest days - Tarzan, beach movies, Sword and Sandal, creature features and so forth. There's obviously a lot more to it than that and someday I hope to finish the work that Albert Einstein was pursuing when he died - The GUF or Grand Unified Fetish Theory. Without knowledge of the deepest workings of the kink universe how could it be possible to explain connecting pretty ladies, mud, peril, quicksand, underwater, bikins, fitbabes, wet skin, boobs, beaches, jungles, dancing, long dresses, nudity, outdoor showers, struggle, drowning, humiliation, fire etc. I'll spare you the full list but it's all been with me as far back as I can recall. I think it was almost always sexualized for me even before I knew what sex was.
As is so often heard, I thought I was alone in my weirdness until the internet came along. When I met Dave and some others it was amazing how similar our interests, ages, and backgrounds were. It's all connected somehow.
As is so often heard, I thought I was alone in my weirdness until the internet came along. When I met Dave and some others it was amazing how similar our interests, ages, and backgrounds were. It's all connected somehow.
Dirty Job but I got to do it 20+ years. Thanks.
As a kid of the 80s I grew up watching nickelodeon so I was no stranger to watching people get slimed and pied. As I got older and the internet was available to me one night I started looking for anything pie in the face, and I stumbled apon clown Julie's site and eventually here on the Umd.
Always looking for friends... So dont be shy.
"We do not even in the least know the final cause of sexuality. The whole subject is hidden in darkness."
-- Charles Darwin --
-- Charles Darwin --
My actual 'awakening' was in a google image search for gunge (as bored teenager typing random stuff into google).
One result (several pages in) shows this stunning brunette topless and splattered with multicoloured gunge.
That same result was also my discovery of porn, and quickly figuring how to turn the safesearch off.
One result (several pages in) shows this stunning brunette topless and splattered with multicoloured gunge.
That same result was also my discovery of porn, and quickly figuring how to turn the safesearch off.
My parents had premarital sex and conceived a bastard child. Then my father left my mother and she never pursued child support.
Later, when I was about 3, a truck carrying nuclear waste crashed into our house and the ensuing explosion left with with the ability to control mud and slime at my will.
I've been a WAMmer ever since.
*Based on actual events*
Later, when I was about 3, a truck carrying nuclear waste crashed into our house and the ensuing explosion left with with the ability to control mud and slime at my will.
I've been a WAMmer ever since.
*Based on actual events*
He's more potato now than man. Twisted and evil.
I wonder if Sally James knows just how much of a fetish ground zero she is. I'm sure someone's broken it to her by now. Put me down as another helpless blast victim, anyway.
Though ... I think before that, there was a scene from The Bionic Woman featuring Lindsay Wagner getting her hair shampooed. Some seed was buried then to surface later during Tiswas. I gather that's the way fetishes work.
Though ... I think before that, there was a scene from The Bionic Woman featuring Lindsay Wagner getting her hair shampooed. Some seed was buried then to surface later during Tiswas. I gather that's the way fetishes work.
It was immediate.
I knew from a very young age watching Sesame Street and the Electric Company, then the 3 Stooge's shorts (Nanette Bordeau as a French maid, hot dang), had to have been in the 2nd/3rd grade...maybe the sudden shock, the visual of seeing a pretty woman pied out of the blue, made some synaptic sexual connection in my brain and, voila, I was hardwired. There is absolutely zero logic to it and, otherwise, all my other turn-on's, things I find attractive, are your garden variety stuff.
Nearly two decades later, when I saw an ad for MessyFun in the back of a magazine (hard to imagine there was ever a pre-internet), I knew there were others like me with this strange and glorious kink.
I knew from a very young age watching Sesame Street and the Electric Company, then the 3 Stooge's shorts (Nanette Bordeau as a French maid, hot dang), had to have been in the 2nd/3rd grade...maybe the sudden shock, the visual of seeing a pretty woman pied out of the blue, made some synaptic sexual connection in my brain and, voila, I was hardwired. There is absolutely zero logic to it and, otherwise, all my other turn-on's, things I find attractive, are your garden variety stuff.
Nearly two decades later, when I saw an ad for MessyFun in the back of a magazine (hard to imagine there was ever a pre-internet), I knew there were others like me with this strange and glorious kink.
juliesboy said: I wonder if Sally James knows just how much of a fetish ground zero she is. I'm sure someone's broken it to her by now. Put me down as another helpless blast victim, anyway.
Though ... I think before that, there was a scene from The Bionic Woman featuring Lindsay Wagner getting her hair shampooed. Some seed was buried then to surface later during Tiswas. I gather that's the way fetishes work.
Though ... I think before that, there was a scene from The Bionic Woman featuring Lindsay Wagner getting her hair shampooed. Some seed was buried then to surface later during Tiswas. I gather that's the way fetishes work.
She was just off the scale sexy. She also used to wear sexy clothes too, tight trousers, low cut tops, high heeled boots and sonetimes used to dress up as a schoolgirl too.
Sort of crept up on me. I always loved slapstick and comic silent movies - particularly Laurel and Hardy. But I guess the big 'wake up' happened when I fell across a copy of Splosh magazine. I loved the scenarios Bill Shipton dreamed up as excuses to smother his wonderful models with every conceivable type of mess. I then had the enormous privilege of a session with the master himself in his studio in St Leonard's. This, sadly, was shortly before Bill's untimely death. Later I got seriously trashed by the gorgeous Samantha - one of Bill's flameouts models. Ah, happy days!
I'm a millennial who grew up in the US; not surprisingly, Nickelodeon was a major part of my early television viewing experience. I always found myself wanting the girls to get messy, though I didn't grasp why. I got the internet about the same time I hit puberty, and the first thing I ever searched for was 'slime'....
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Another one for whom Tiswas was an early formative experience. No idea if it was the cause or if it just happened to be on at the right time in my development, but Sally James and female celebs/parents getting pied were a major kick. I still find the Legs & Co or Sheena Easton flan flinger challenges fantastic. The "cute mums getting messy" kink remains.
Like others, it was discovering the web that made me realise I wasn't alone, and in my case that was MessyFun and then the UMD. The rest is history.
Like others, it was discovering the web that made me realise I wasn't alone, and in my case that was MessyFun and then the UMD. The rest is history.
Bigshipper said: It was immediate.
I knew from a very young age watching Sesame Street and the Electric Company, then the 3 Stooge's shorts (Nanette Bordeau as a French maid, hot dang), had to have been in the 2nd/3rd grade...maybe the sudden shock, the visual of seeing a pretty woman pied out of the blue, made some synaptic sexual connection in my brain and, voila, I was hardwired. There is absolutely zero logic to it and, otherwise, all my other turn-on's, things I find attractive, are your garden variety stuff.
Nearly two decades later, when I saw an ad for MessyFun in the back of a magazine (hard to imagine there was ever a pre-internet), I knew there were others like me with this strange and glorious kink.
I knew from a very young age watching Sesame Street and the Electric Company, then the 3 Stooge's shorts (Nanette Bordeau as a French maid, hot dang), had to have been in the 2nd/3rd grade...maybe the sudden shock, the visual of seeing a pretty woman pied out of the blue, made some synaptic sexual connection in my brain and, voila, I was hardwired. There is absolutely zero logic to it and, otherwise, all my other turn-on's, things I find attractive, are your garden variety stuff.
Nearly two decades later, when I saw an ad for MessyFun in the back of a magazine (hard to imagine there was ever a pre-internet), I knew there were others like me with this strange and glorious kink.
Ditto.
There are quite a few of these types of threads but today I'll bite. A brief synopsis of this is in my UMD user profile anyway.
I don't ever remember a time when I didn't love getting messy. At the age of 2 or 3, I used to find really muddy puddles and strip naked and roll around in it all. This was to the simultaneous bemusement and frustration of my mother. I have never told her that I have this fetish, but I bet if I did she'd be able to connect the dots straight away and probably wouldn't be surprised.
In my childhood games, I often used to fantasise that a witch would throw me into the mud as a punishment or sort of imprisonment. This was heavily influenced by TV shows of the time, with "Grotbags" throwing kids into pools of gunge. I obviously loved watching messy TV shows, and used to love seeing girls get messy, especially if their long hair was covered in gunge.
I think it was always destined to turn sexual - it was just a case of waiting for the hormones to appear and the kink to manifest into a full blown fetish. My first experience of getting messy with shaving foam was linked to my first orgasm. After that, I would get messy as often as I could, usually with shaving foam as it was convenient to clean up. Based on the term "wet shave", I used to call it a "wet wank".
At the age of about 17-18, I saw a TV show about "weird" things and they had an article on Splosh magazine, and so having not only taped it for rewatching over and over again, I also got on down to Soho and purchased a couple of Splosh videos. At this point I knew I was not alone, and it also encouraged me to try getting messy with food, and my first ever cake sitting, which has now become the focus of my WAM activity because it's so goddamn sexy!! Also because I believe I have a bit of a crush fetish too - I always used to crush my toy cars as a kid and now I just love to watch a gooey cake get squished under a pretty girl's butt.
The advent of the internet allowed me to find first MessyFun, and then UMD, and I have been here ever since, trying more and more substances. I signed up almost exactly the same time as Ariel Andrews, and we are pretty much the same age, so I've always felt a connection to Ariel because of that - also because it was so refreshing to know that there were girls who loved getting messy as a sexual activity like Ariel does.
I now feel like with so much experience I must be a bit of an expert on certain WAM subjects, particularly cake sitting. I just get a bit frustrated that most new WAM content these days is just pies and gunge and it's a bit "samey" - no major complaints, but I remember when producers used to experiment a bit more with crazy ideas. One day I will commission the most epic cake sitting custom video.
For me WAM has always been about the feeling of getting messy, and unsurprisingly all my other "sexperimentation" has been about the way things feel - sinking in deep mud, getting messy with a huge range of substances, wearing latex, trying sex toys and vibrators; all sorts. Not to say that the look isn't pleasant too, but whenever I see a girl getting messy, I always imagine how it must feel for her.
I've been fortunate to have two ex-girlfriends who were up for getting messy with me and I have had some great WAM sex in my life, however I got married 13 years ago and my wife is not into it - in fact our sex life has never been great. This leaves me feeling sex starved a lot of the time, and so whenever I get the chance when I'm alone, I'll be planning to get messy.
I don't ever remember a time when I didn't love getting messy. At the age of 2 or 3, I used to find really muddy puddles and strip naked and roll around in it all. This was to the simultaneous bemusement and frustration of my mother. I have never told her that I have this fetish, but I bet if I did she'd be able to connect the dots straight away and probably wouldn't be surprised.
In my childhood games, I often used to fantasise that a witch would throw me into the mud as a punishment or sort of imprisonment. This was heavily influenced by TV shows of the time, with "Grotbags" throwing kids into pools of gunge. I obviously loved watching messy TV shows, and used to love seeing girls get messy, especially if their long hair was covered in gunge.
I think it was always destined to turn sexual - it was just a case of waiting for the hormones to appear and the kink to manifest into a full blown fetish. My first experience of getting messy with shaving foam was linked to my first orgasm. After that, I would get messy as often as I could, usually with shaving foam as it was convenient to clean up. Based on the term "wet shave", I used to call it a "wet wank".
At the age of about 17-18, I saw a TV show about "weird" things and they had an article on Splosh magazine, and so having not only taped it for rewatching over and over again, I also got on down to Soho and purchased a couple of Splosh videos. At this point I knew I was not alone, and it also encouraged me to try getting messy with food, and my first ever cake sitting, which has now become the focus of my WAM activity because it's so goddamn sexy!! Also because I believe I have a bit of a crush fetish too - I always used to crush my toy cars as a kid and now I just love to watch a gooey cake get squished under a pretty girl's butt.
The advent of the internet allowed me to find first MessyFun, and then UMD, and I have been here ever since, trying more and more substances. I signed up almost exactly the same time as Ariel Andrews, and we are pretty much the same age, so I've always felt a connection to Ariel because of that - also because it was so refreshing to know that there were girls who loved getting messy as a sexual activity like Ariel does.
I now feel like with so much experience I must be a bit of an expert on certain WAM subjects, particularly cake sitting. I just get a bit frustrated that most new WAM content these days is just pies and gunge and it's a bit "samey" - no major complaints, but I remember when producers used to experiment a bit more with crazy ideas. One day I will commission the most epic cake sitting custom video.
For me WAM has always been about the feeling of getting messy, and unsurprisingly all my other "sexperimentation" has been about the way things feel - sinking in deep mud, getting messy with a huge range of substances, wearing latex, trying sex toys and vibrators; all sorts. Not to say that the look isn't pleasant too, but whenever I see a girl getting messy, I always imagine how it must feel for her.
I've been fortunate to have two ex-girlfriends who were up for getting messy with me and I have had some great WAM sex in my life, however I got married 13 years ago and my wife is not into it - in fact our sex life has never been great. This leaves me feeling sex starved a lot of the time, and so whenever I get the chance when I'm alone, I'll be planning to get messy.
Mine is pretty amazing. I may have been aware of a deep rooted interest as a child, I'm not sure. I mean, I remember laughing at people being gunged on TV and the like. But don't really remember it being anything more than amusing and entertaining. But, when I was 19, my workplace did a fundraiser for "Children In Need" and this involved everyone paying money to nominate someone else. The unlucky person with the most nominations was made to climb into a bath full of mud, fully clothed in their normal work stuff. And it was me. I remember feeling incredibly nervous as I walked towards the mud bath, but there was absolutely an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation too. And I went on to have an absolutely amazing time wallowing in mud, in my clothes, for charity! It was a big watershed moment and started me on a road of actively participating in WAM activities (and absolutely loving it!)
I enclose an actual picture of the moment I stepped in "for charity".
I enclose an actual picture of the moment I stepped in "for charity".
Well, I'm an oddball. I used to get so nervous whenever I saw someone get messy on movies or TV. I wouldn't watch. I'd leave the room, cover my eyes, or change the channel whenever something messy was happening. I did not want to be messy at all. Some kid threw food in my hair once and I had a dramatic crying meltdown.
Then as I got older and started to develop sexual feelings, my weird upbringing kicked in. I thought I'd definitely be going to hell for thinking about sex or seeing anyone naked. Around the same time, I got a TV in my bedroom. I started watching some of the shows where people got messy, but by myself. The weird nervous feelings I felt...the adrenaline rush from fear, the racing heartbeat, the trembling and sweating...kind of felt like how I felt when I thought about sex. So mess replaced sex as a safe alternative that wouldn't send me to hell.
As even more time passed, I started to get more comfortable with sexuality. Mess stuck around though.
Then as I got older and started to develop sexual feelings, my weird upbringing kicked in. I thought I'd definitely be going to hell for thinking about sex or seeing anyone naked. Around the same time, I got a TV in my bedroom. I started watching some of the shows where people got messy, but by myself. The weird nervous feelings I felt...the adrenaline rush from fear, the racing heartbeat, the trembling and sweating...kind of felt like how I felt when I thought about sex. So mess replaced sex as a safe alternative that wouldn't send me to hell.
As even more time passed, I started to get more comfortable with sexuality. Mess stuck around though.
parklife said: Well, I'm an oddball. I used to get so nervous whenever I saw someone get messy on movies or TV. I wouldn't watch. I'd leave the room, cover my eyes, or change the channel whenever something messy was happening. I did not want to be messy at all. Some kid threw food in my hair once and I had a dramatic crying meltdown.
Then as I got older and started to develop sexual feelings, my weird upbringing kicked in. I thought I'd definitely be going to hell for thinking about sex or seeing anyone naked. Around the same time, I got a TV in my bedroom. I started watching some of the shows where people got messy, but by myself. The weird nervous feelings I felt...the adrenaline rush from fear, the racing heartbeat, the trembling and sweating...kind of felt like how I felt when I thought about sex. So mess replaced sex as a safe alternative that wouldn't send me to hell.
As even more time passed, I started to get more comfortable with sexuality. Mess stuck around though.
Then as I got older and started to develop sexual feelings, my weird upbringing kicked in. I thought I'd definitely be going to hell for thinking about sex or seeing anyone naked. Around the same time, I got a TV in my bedroom. I started watching some of the shows where people got messy, but by myself. The weird nervous feelings I felt...the adrenaline rush from fear, the racing heartbeat, the trembling and sweating...kind of felt like how I felt when I thought about sex. So mess replaced sex as a safe alternative that wouldn't send me to hell.
As even more time passed, I started to get more comfortable with sexuality. Mess stuck around though.
Combine this with Bigshipper's post and that is basically my origin story. I distinctly remember being young-- quite young-- and the Pies on the Wall sketch from Sesame Street came on. I ran into the other room. A feeling of excitement and embarrassment that was unlike anything else. I also knew that I preferred, greatly preferred, when females got pied. As I grew older that embarrassment and excitement turned sexual. I REALLY thought I was the only one who felt this way. I mean, it is so fucking weird-- who gets a sexual thrill out of seeing a woman get pied? My username is CKCP-- Calvin Klein Cream Pies, after the commercial parody on SNL where Julia Louis-Dreyfus got pied. Happened in 1983, I was 15.
Anyway, it took until my early 20s to realize I wasn't alone.
I honestly I no idea why I ended up with this TBH, I really don't, all I know is that it seems to of been hardwired right from the start. I thought it was only me for the longest time. But then during high school with a good friend and one day we rode our bikes to the local creek in the during the end of the 90's, I discovered it wasn't just me. We swam clothed, in my usual black T shirt and shorts, her in a purple tank top and shorts at the time, we had fun there, it was her who also showed me UMD her and she had a real messy mind, that's how I found this place and that was over 20 years ago now. She wanted to get messier and swim some swamps and got muddy and that idea was a turn on. Later on when I got my drivers license (mind you we were in our teens at the time), we went on wild adventures which were intimant (things get freaky!).
As for why I am like this, well I really don't know, no way to explain it, seems almost like a curse if you ask me. As in being something that very, very and I mean very few others know of me when it comes to this. To 99% of friends and others who know me, they know nothing of us, and they have no need to. Only those few girls in my life including my GF who lives with me today know.
Feeling wet is just a turn on, makes things more fun. Going to creeks rivers lakes ponds bogs whatever it is just feels like some adventurous Lara Croft Tomb Raider shit. And life's just too boring without that despite the many outside WAM things I am into life which have no relation to this of any kind.
As for why I am like this, well I really don't know, no way to explain it, seems almost like a curse if you ask me. As in being something that very, very and I mean very few others know of me when it comes to this. To 99% of friends and others who know me, they know nothing of us, and they have no need to. Only those few girls in my life including my GF who lives with me today know.
Feeling wet is just a turn on, makes things more fun. Going to creeks rivers lakes ponds bogs whatever it is just feels like some adventurous Lara Croft Tomb Raider shit. And life's just too boring without that despite the many outside WAM things I am into life which have no relation to this of any kind.
NorthernWAM said: Spent my teens going on YouTube exhausting mainstream scenes till I stumbled on a compilation someone made of slapstickstuff scenes. Hooked on the slippery slope of wam from there on then, and haven't looked back since.
There are worse ways to slide down the slope, I suppose.
I've been told over the years that I'm often people's "ice breaker" when they're trying to explain their WAM fetish to their wife or sig other, since my stuff (especially in the early days) was silly and harmless, and made it seem kinda fun. That's a nice legacy.
Like others on this very thread, it started with Sesame Street and Electric Company. Rita Moreno might've been my first WAM crush even before Christine McGlade, oddly enough. And even at 4 years old, I would close my eyes or run behind the couch if I thought the guy was gonna get it instead of the girl, so it was hard-wired almost from the jump.
And yes, I too found MessyFun on Page 35 of a random Yahoo (AltaVista??) search, and pretty sure my first email to Rob contained the words "I thought I was the only one." Anyone else keep a PO Box where they would secretly get MessyFun and Hurley Coward paper newsletters or packages of VHS tapes?
Anyone else keep a PO Box where they would secretly get MessyFun and Hurley Coward paper newsletters or packages of VHS tapes?
Still have one, even though all WAM material is downloaded now. I used love that feeling of anticipation when I knew a issue of Pie Mafia newsletter, Messy Fun newsletter, a new Splosh! or especially a Slapstick Stuff VHS tape was on the way.
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I've replied to similar threads before but I do find it fascinating.
Definitely hardwired into me from very early. Ong before I knew what the intense feelings of buzxiness, tingles, excitement were whenever gungy stuff was on telly, they were there - very real and very powerful.
I was super young when How Dare You? was on terlly, like, toddler young, but vividly remember the imagery it stamped on me. NHP/GYOB/Saturday morning gungings during adolescence were huge turn ons for me. Sadly, I felt a lot of shame and embarrassment about this and to some extent I still do.
I too remember the FHM Splosh! article and nearly fainted in WH Smith with mates when I saw it. I actually wrote to FHM problem age too, which they published under the heading 'Custard Gives Me The Horn!' with a really... ahem... exciting picture. I wonder if anyone remembers?
During this time I couldn't watch gunge on telly with anyone... Just too intense. I'd leave the room.
In the back of Forum magazine once I saw adverts for Splosh magazine but no way I would order to be delivered to my dads house where I still lived. Randomly stumbled across a copy in a local newsagent though, which led me to The News Stand in Liverpool where I could buy more.
Then, at college, I got online. Plucked up the courage to be gunged by some absolutely amazing people - my first in Leeds, second in Harrogate, you know who you are!!!!
So, yeah. I keep my 'gunge' life separated from my main life, and that's hard in some ways, but when I get to play, I absolutely love it.
I do wonder if people growing up today being able to just access their kink so easily might lessen the intensity of it for them, for better or worse? But if they feel less alone and don't have to write to FHM asking 'am I a pervert?' like I did then it's all to the good.
Definitely hardwired into me from very early. Ong before I knew what the intense feelings of buzxiness, tingles, excitement were whenever gungy stuff was on telly, they were there - very real and very powerful.
I was super young when How Dare You? was on terlly, like, toddler young, but vividly remember the imagery it stamped on me. NHP/GYOB/Saturday morning gungings during adolescence were huge turn ons for me. Sadly, I felt a lot of shame and embarrassment about this and to some extent I still do.
I too remember the FHM Splosh! article and nearly fainted in WH Smith with mates when I saw it. I actually wrote to FHM problem age too, which they published under the heading 'Custard Gives Me The Horn!' with a really... ahem... exciting picture. I wonder if anyone remembers?
During this time I couldn't watch gunge on telly with anyone... Just too intense. I'd leave the room.
In the back of Forum magazine once I saw adverts for Splosh magazine but no way I would order to be delivered to my dads house where I still lived. Randomly stumbled across a copy in a local newsagent though, which led me to The News Stand in Liverpool where I could buy more.
Then, at college, I got online. Plucked up the courage to be gunged by some absolutely amazing people - my first in Leeds, second in Harrogate, you know who you are!!!!
So, yeah. I keep my 'gunge' life separated from my main life, and that's hard in some ways, but when I get to play, I absolutely love it.
I do wonder if people growing up today being able to just access their kink so easily might lessen the intensity of it for them, for better or worse? But if they feel less alone and don't have to write to FHM asking 'am I a pervert?' like I did then it's all to the good.
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